Dream Walk In Closet Novels & Stories

Sighing I stare at the bare closet trying to figure out what I’m going to wear now when I realize there’s another room in this but for some, the door is always closed Walking out of the room I go down the hall and stop in front of the door. I reach my hand out and I twist the doorknob. “Please don’t be locked” I whisper and the door opens. Excited the door creaks open and I step inside the room that looks like it’s been collecting dust for ages. Okay, I’m just here to look in the closet nothing else. Looking around I find the closet and I walk towards it. Opening the wardrobe door I find random women's clothing. Sifting through them I choose a random black dress with straps. This looks like

Not a dream. Emily looked around again. The closet door in front of her opened. As she recalled, she had closed the door tightly after picking up the clothes. "Krieett!" The door opened slowly. She now knew where the voice had come from. Emily's breath was tight, after a long time the creature did not return. But now she came back to Emily. That woman. The woman in the white dress had a sinister face, with the same appearance, she crawled out of the closet slowly. Emily's tears flowed. She backed away until she hit a wall. Emily tightened her legs and covered her eyes with a pillow.

I woke up for the second time; it feels like I have slept for hours. I open my eyes, and notice that no one is in the room with me. Now that I am alone, I step away from the bed. I have a chance to explore the room, and hopefully escape. I attempt the door and am a mixture of surprise and relief to find it open. Before leaving the room, I attempt to find my party dress. I am pissed when I find it torn to shreds! That dress cost me ten thousand dollars! I will have to buy a brand-new dress. I open a different door and find a wardrobe. Inside are rows of beautiful dresses. Some look ancient, like the Greek myths, some look more modern. I choose a emerald, green dress with lace sleeves and a sw

, hell yes, you bet I was. And did I forget to mention? That it smells just like expensive lavender in here. I inhaled another round of air with my eyes clench shut and felt the rush of oxygen swell through my lungs before exhaling slowly. My eyes caught a glimpse of the walk in ember closet standing at the corner of the bed. It was filled with designer clothes and shoes of different matching colors, much to my surprise when I pulled it open and what's more?, they look just about my size. Am I freaking dreaming?

Whenever I showered, I had no choice but to put the same dress back on afterward. I exhaled. The meal had left me full and tired. Sleepy. I climbed up the bed and placed my head on the pillow, breathing slowly as my eyes closed and sleep consumed me. I woke up to a knock at the door. I jerked up suddenly, sweat soaking my dress and sheets. I had a bad dream. I wouldn't call it a nightmare, because it's still daytime. In my dream, something was chasing me and I kept running. But I don't always make it that far. A woman's hand would grab me by the foot and yank me back, and I'll start from the beginning.

Y one final time whether we could meet. He refused again, saying he was busy with work and maybe another time. I steeled myself and sent the message I had prepared. "Darling, if we can't meet and I can't even hug or kiss you, we should just break up." I blocked him without a second thought. After the breakup, no one lulled me to sleep at night. My sleep deteriorated sharply, and the nightmares came one after another. In my dreams, a secretary led me to his office. I pushed open the heavy door alone and found nothing but darkness.

I opened my eyes after feeling asleep for a long time. But I was shocked to realize that the room I was in was very different from before I fell asleep. I'm even sure that this room isn't the one in the hospital. But a room in a house. Is everything just a dream? This move, a completely different atmosphere. Suddenly the door opened. Bringing up the figure of Min Junho wearing casual clothes like never before seems formal. “Are you awake?”

darkness. Complete, suffocating darkness. My breath hitched instantly. “No...no…” I whispered, scrambling to my feet. My hands searched blindly, finding the rough wooden walls too close...far too close. It was suffocating. And the I realised, it was a closet. Small. Tight. Airless. My worst nightmare. My chest constricted as panic surged through me like wildfire. “Let me out!” I banged on the door, my voice rising. “Please! Let me out, I'll do anything. Please, I can’t...”

Mommy has been dead eleven years, and I’m sixteen now. For eleven years, I have gone back to the estate every week. Every time, I shut myself in Mommy’s room and stay there all day long. The room is kept the way it was when she was alive. The clothes she wore still hang in the closet, like a silent forest. I like to open the closet door and curl up inside. Mommy’s clothes wrap around me, like her arms. Today I fell asleep in the closet and dreamed about when I was little.

I nod and he smiles cheekily, so much like his normal self that I find myself relaxing, thankfully and I shove at his chest, gesturing to my face and clothes "But I'm not dressing up like this again, my feet are killing me." "Good." He belly laughs, dropping his arm lazily around my shoulders. "You'd be far too easy to beat at training in a skimpy dress and heels." ~*~ I wake up with a smile on my face, the feelings of love and contentment still with me after such a pleasant dream, I don't even question what my subconscious is doing by confusing Cain and Coal in my dream and putting Darius in there too, clearly I'm projecting my desire for my dream man onto his real life scary doppelganger a